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  1. Irelia opened her eyes and peered at her new surroundings. She was greeted with the sight of large trees as far as the eye could see, with three large paths running through them. Irelia's blades floated in the air beside her. She was on Summoner's Rift, a battlegrounds for the most fearsome warriors all across Runeterra. Lookin around her, Irelia was able to identify her teammates as Blitzcrank the golem, Janna the wind spirit, Kennen the yordle, Lee Sin the monk, and of course herself. It wasn't the worst team but she had defiantly seen better. Quickly Irelia purchased some starter items and potions before heading down the middle lane. She was followed by a group of minions, who would help her destroy the enemy's towers. After a few minutes of walking Irelia was met near the center of the lane by an opposing group of minions dressed in red. At their head was a massive fish like beast. She had heard stories of this creature. It was Tahm Kench, the demon of greed. Irelia was not happy to see the massive creature with that leering smile on his face. This was not going to be an easy match. The blade dancer was right. Almost an hour later, and there had been little to no progress from either team. Irelia knew that the game was going to become a long drawn out affair. This was detrimental to Irelia in more than one way. In addition to the fact that she would be fighting enemies for a very long time, a lengthy game also meant that she would begin to experience some large discomforts. She needed to eat for example, and she would most certainly be tired. But those things were far from Irelia's mind at the moment. Instead a more pressing need was making itself known. The need to pee. Obviously, as the battles took place in the outdoors, there were no convenient toilets for easy relief. The best you could do on the Rift was either hold it to the end, or find a nice secluded spot to relive yourself. The first option was already out of the question for Irelia. At the rate the game was going, it would be impossible for her to make it to the end without an accident. This left option number two. She could try to find an empty spot, but who knows how long that would take. Plus, even taking her attention off the game for a moment could allow the enemy team the opportunity they needed to win. As Irelia cut down enemy minions and the occasional jungle monster, she pondered her dilemma. Unfortunately for the Ionian, she lost her focus on the matters at hand while pondering her problem. That window of distraction was all Tahm Kench needed to capitalize. Out of the blue a massive, slimy tongue whipped Irelia in the face. She looked up to see her fishy foe closing the distance. Irelia lost control over her bladder for a second, and a short stream of pee shot into her pants before she regained her composure. Irelia attempted to run, but her feet felt like they were made of lead. As the demon approached, Irelia had to resort to using her ultimate ability, vanguard's edge. A storm of knives flew toward Tahm Kench. The second the knives made contact they fanned out trapping the demon. This was enough to let Irelia escape. She was able to move back to the safety of her own tower. Irelia slumped against the tower. She was badly shaken up but mostly unharmed. Her bladder was a different story. She was now as desperate as she had ever been and knew she had to act fast. The blade dancer sprinted as fast as she could into the jungle looking for any spot that could provide relief. The jungle was full of terrifying monsters and Irelia knew that being caught unaware by any of those creature could cost more than just her dignity. After another minute of frantic searching, Irelia continued to come up empty. Finally, she spotted a small clearing that would work well. She ran over to the gap in the underbrush desperately. She bursted into the clearing and was going for the waistband on her leggings, when a massive golem lumbered out of the trees. Shock and terror shot through Irelia's body. Her frail hold on her bladder was shattered. Urine rushed from in between the girls legs instantly contacting her leggings. the deep blue fabric turned near black at the point of contact. the stain quickly spread outward running down her legs and soaking her ass. The back of Irelia's thighs also felt the liquid as the blade dancer wet herself. A steaming puddle formed on the ground between her legs. A whimper escaped Irelia's throat. The golem had faded to the back of the Ionian's mind during her accident, and she now remembered his presence. Irelia was in no state to fight the monster so she quickly dashed out of the clearing. She arrived back at her lane just in time to see her first tower collapse. Not only had Irela embarrassed herself, she had given the enemy an advantage. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ On the other side of the Rift, Kai'sa heard the announcement that an enemy tower had fallen. She smiled. It looked like this battle was finally progressing. She easily dispatched a batch of enemy minions and continued down lane. Her opponent in the lane was the golem Blitzcrank. So far the huge mass of metal hadn't been a problem for Kai'sa's speed. She was slowly gaining ground. She had taken her opponent's tower down to half health and was hoping to finish it off soon. As Kai'sa advanced on the tower. She couldn't help but notice a brief pang in her abdomen. Her need to pee was not exactly desperate, but on a normal day she would have visited a bathroom at this point. It was no mater to Daughter of the Void. She could wait for a long time still. As Kai'sa's cohort of minions began to attack the tower, Kai'sa couldn't help but feel uneasy. There was nobody defending the tower. She would have though her massive opponent would have been running to defend. Where was he? Kai'sa soon found out the answer. A massive metal fist shining with static electricity shoot from the edge of her vision. The punch collided with Kai'sa sending her sprawling. As she landed, a second ability from Blitzcrank created a magnetic shock wave that rocked Kai'sa's body. She twitched as the electricity shot through her. Every second a new jolt would hit redoubling the pain. As Kai'sa's was being electrocuted she completely lost control over her body. Her limbs flailed and her muscles spasmed. Her bladder failed, and she started to piss hard into her pants. The stream was torrential as it was forced out of her body. Her erratic movement made it impossible for the pee to keep to a static path. It flew everywhere soaking not only her legs but her pelvic area and back. As the electrocution finally stopped. Kai'sa regained control over her body. She was lying prone in a puddle of her own piss having fully wet her pants. Blitzcrnk was nowhere to be found. Kai'sa groaned as she sat up. Her entire body was covered in urine. The carapace that her body was incased in was soaked all down her back and legs. She even felt some wetness in her hair. Low on health and spirits, Kai'sa began the long walk back to her base to replenish her strength. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kai'sa's teammate Lux was also experiencing some bladder troubles. She was working her way through the jungle, killing monsters to collect gold and experience. The game was taking forever, and Lux was feeling its effects. She hobbled through the trees at half her normal rate, handicapped by her need. Every few minutes or so, the sorcerer would have to stop completely to clench her muscles and shove a hand in between her thighs. She had considered looking for a bush, but knew that every bit of foliage could have a massive creature lurking behind it. An accident looked nearly inevitable at this point, by Lux would still not give up. Her optimistic personality told her that if she just held on for one more minute the game would be over and she could find relief. A sudden leak said otherwise. The mage quickly bent over, in an attempt to contain the damage. It worked if only for the moment. The leak had been minor and there was no obvious wet spots, but Lux knew that it meant the end was not far away. Two leaks later, and Lux was on her last legs. A small orange sized wet stain stood out against the navy fabric of Lux'a leather leggings. Still ,the girl would not give in. She continued to make her way through the jungle with no real destination in mind. The only thing that mattered to her at this point was keeping her pants as dry as possible. She would not be able to continue to hold for long. After a few more minutes of wandering, Lux finally reacher her limit. A leak shot again out of her bladder. This was something she was used to at this point, but this leak was different. It started as a dribble, but Lux was unable to stop it. Panicking, the mage stuffed her hands between her thighs, but the dribble still continued. In a matter of seconds, the dribble turned into a stream, into a full on flood. The urine that Lux had been so desperately trying to contain broke loose. Her leggings were instantly flooded. Lux was forced to stand and watch as she felt the warm tendrils of pee running down her legs. She sighed in both resignation and relief as she gave in to the fact that she was peeing her pants. After a solid minute of wetting, Lux looked down at herself. She was standing in a puddle of her own making and her leggings had almost completely changed color. She sighed and continued her walk through the jungle, feeling relived. She may have had an accident, but at least she could now focus on the game and victory.
  2. While Lady Tsunade has been training Sakura Haruno at the Training Fields, Shizune has been busy helping Tsunade's paperwork...... Shizune: Ugh, Tsunade is so lazy to do paperwork but not lazy to train someone like Sakura *drinks her last Hot Tea* Leaf Ninja: Shizune-sensei are the Documents & Ninja Scrolls finished be filed up? Shizune: Almost but the Ninja Scrolls are already finished for inspection & research so you can take them right away while I'm still working on the Documents. I'll deliver the Documents to Kakashi & Anko after I'm done. Leaf Ninja: Understood, I'll take these Ninja Scrolls & be on my way to the Sand Village *exists the Hokage Room in a flash* Shizune: Hmm? Dang it I need to use the restroom but I'm almost finish just need a few more minutes... 15 Minutes Later.... Shizune *desperate*: Ugh...mmm... okay I'm... done.... I'll deliver these to Kakashi & Anko right awa--mmm maybe I can't! I know! I'll have Iruka send Kakashi's Documents & I'll deliver Anko's Documents. *exists in a flash to meet Iruka* A Moment Not Too Soon.... Iruka-sensei: Understood Shizune I'll deliver these to Kakashi right away but are you sure you're alright? Shizune *very desperate*: Oh.. Yes I am... just need the restroom is all *laughs nervously while holding her groin area* Iruka-sensei: There's a restroom not too far from--- Shizune *very desperate*: No time! These documents come first since Tsunade couldn't take care of them besides Anko's is the most important one so later! *exists in a flash* Iruka-sensei: Won't lie I feel sorry for Shizune, she works so hard than Lady Tsunade even though she is a Sannin Shizune meets up with Anko near by the Forest Of Death.... Anko: Ha! Thanks Shizune! Sorry you have to do Lady Hokage's dirty work... um... you okay? Shizune *so very desperate*: (Dammit... I'm... at.... my.... limit...) *starts to leak through her panties* *smiles a bit* Anko: Hmm? Shizu...ne...Uh!? *see's Shizune wets herself leaving a huge yellow puddle & steam come outs especially hissing sounds* Wow you've been holding it in for a long time huh? Shizune *still peeing*: *laughs nervously & blushes** Yeah I drank like 5 Hot Teas this morning which was a mistake to do but man this sensation feels so good Anko: And I can't believe you haven't stopped yet, hahaha you look so wet & drenched by your own urine Shizune *peeing slowly stops*: *sigh* Oof maybe I should've listened to Iruka then again it would've been pretty embarrassing to wet myself in front of a man. Anko: I know that feeling even though I mostly go outdoors... speaking of which *squats & pee's near by a tree right in the open* oh yeah that feels nice Shizune: *Embarrassed, Surprised, & Upset* DAMMIT ANKO YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST TELL ME FIRST BEFORE YOU DID THAT! Anko *peeing*: Oh come on I do this all the time no need to have your panties in a bunch-- oh wait you just did, hahaha Shizune: Not funny, I'm gonna wash up & change clothes *exists in a flash*
  3. A huge thanks to Sapphire3619 for allowing me to write this fan fiction of their story. If you haven’t yet, I strongly recommend you read through their version first for full context. If you haven’t yet, you can find it here: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/45138-chasing-courtney/?tab=comments#comment-1487495 Courtney Montell strode towards the bathroom. She had been waiting almost all day to use the bathroom. She wanted to make sure she could use it before she went to detention, which wasn’t even her fault. It all happened after that asshole Chase had tried to kiss her. It just happened to be her luck that the bathroom was closed for cleaning. With what already occurred in the day, it didn’t surprise Courtney at all. She was grateful to arrive in the detention room before Chase did, so she could deliver a killing glare when he walked in. Still, it didn’t change the fact she wasn’t able to use the restroom. About five minutes later she heard Mr. Green yelling at Chase in the hallway. Maybe he had found another girl to harass? Courtney chuckled silently to herself. Her silent laughing was interrupted by a strong reminder from her body she needed to find a toilet soon. She pulled out her homework, assuming she could distract herself from her bodily needs. T Mr. Green entered the room followed closely by Chase. Courtney was repulsed by even the sight of him. What could of guy could bring themself to do what he did? Not one she wanted anything to do with. Fifteen minutes into detention Mr. Green got a buzz on his phone and walked out. As soon as he left Courtney turned to her unwanted detention partner. “If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be here. You know what Chase, you’re honestly pathetic. How would you feel if some even bigger guy did that shut to you? I hope you end living on the side of the street.” Courtney was stunned by what she had just said. The stress of her current bladder situation along with with had happened made her act meaner than she thought. Chase didn’t answer, simply sinking further into his seat. Courtney turned around and looked back her homework. She realized that in fifteen minutes she had accomplished absolutely nothing. The clock seemed to be moving slower than it had in all her years of school. Yet her bladder only got worse and worse by the second. She ran a hand down onto her crotch, trying to elevate the pain a bit. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to piss this badly, maybe Middle School? Didn’t really matter now, all that mattered was making it until 4:15. Courtney’s left leg started to bounce as the need to go worsened. She put her pencil down on the desk and grit her teeth as a wave of desperation came over her. “Uh, are you okay?” Courtney heard Chase’s voice come from behind her. “What the hell would you care?” She turned and snapped at him. Chase quickly looked back down at his desk in defeat. rashes “Why couldn’t the damn bathroom just be unlocked?” The young woman quietly muttered to herself. Than she thought of a better situation. “Couldn’t Chase have just left me alone?” The boy who had tried to kiss her was about twenty feet from her, sitting there, getting away with he had done. Was there any justice in the world? A second wave of desperation crashed over the poor girl like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. A whine managed to escape her lips as she gripped her crotch with both hands. She closed her eyes, trying to wish it all away. Everything that had happened today, all seemed to be building up to this moment. She hadn’t intended for any of this to happen. It all seemed to be thrust upon her so fast. And now she was about to be humiliated for something that wasn’t even her fault... It started slow, a light drizzle into her crotch before it turned into a full forced stream. Courtney audibly sighed as it poured down the back of her legs. The young woman’s jeans rapidly started to turn from light blue to dark blue as they filled with urine. Courtney forgot that she was even in detention. All that filled her mind was the sweet relief of finally emptying her bladder. Her relief lasted a few seconds before a noise came from behind her. “Holy shit!” Chase said behind the poor girl. Courtney places her face down into her desk, trying to force her mind back into that state of blissful ignorance. Chase stood up from his desk, mouth fully agape in awe of what he had just witnessed. “Uhhh Courtney, are you okay?” She didn’t move, simply preferring to try to drown her head into a low quality school desk. “Mr. Green is coming back soon, you want him to see this? Take my jacket.” Chase removed his jacket and held it out to her. She just ignored him, just staring straight down into the abyss of industrial grade particle board. “This is all your fault.” Courtney moaned through her sobs. Chase had been feeling guilty all throughout detention, but now he was filled with total remorse for what he’d done. She was right, he had caused this. “I’m really sorry okay, I’ll give you my jacket to cover it up and you can return it tomorrow and I’ll never speak to you again.” “You could’ve just left me alone Chase, you could’ve just left me alone.” “I know, I know. And now I’m trying to make up for it. You know what, keep the damn jacket.” He held it out to her again. Finally she took it from him. She slowly stood up and wrapped it around her waist. Tearfully she looked up at her detention partner. “Thanks Chase.” She muttered. “Hey you guys can go.” Mr. Green stuck his arm into the room gesturing for them to leave. Courtney waited a minute, and than set off for home.
  4. It's that time once again, ladies and gentlemen! If you've been wanting to see me write your story ideas, now is your chance. This time, I've added the option for live writing sessions where you and other viewers can watch me write and offer live feedback, at no extra cost. I'm also only going to work on one commission at a time to start, though I may open up a second slot down the line. All my guidelines can be found in the link below, so as not to stretch out the page like last time. Please note that these guidelines are subject to change. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gbnZiUoAyM_zZyQjPIZVohki9wrZpujvEhivfpz68ks/edit You can either contact me through this thread or through DM's. Let the commission fun begin!
  5. (After a little bit of thought, I decided to go ahead and begin writing the idea I had for a Dishonored fanfiction. If there is enough interest, I'll continue writing it.) Standing in her chambers, the former Empress of the Isles, Emily Kaldwin stood around, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Just that same day, she was the proud empress of a powerful kingdom with her Royal Protector and her father, Corvo Attano by her side. However, the day later took a drastic turn for the worst. Her supposed long lost sister Delilah had showed up, along with one of her allies to claim what she felt what was rightfully hers. Despite her best efforts, Delilah managed to trap Corvo in stone, leaving Emily all alone and without any allies. She would have to use her wits and abilities in order to escape from her former home, Dunwall Tower. Emily took a deep breath and collected herself. She quickly made a mental note of things she would have to do. She would have to find a way out of the tower, leave the city, and find a bathroom along the way. Preparing for the day's events, Emily made sure to keep herself hydrated. It would be a long day, and she knew she would have to keep her energy up to last the day's events. She had consumed plenty of water throughout the morning, planning to have a relaxing afternoon afterwards. With everything that was going on, and her necessary escape from the tower, her day would be far from relaxing. Now, Emily was feeling the effects of her water intake. She knew that there was likely no opportunity of using a restroom in a hostile environment, with guards patrolling the premises, with orders to attack her on sight. There were plenty of facilities, but Emily knew that any bathroom in Dunwall Tower was virtually a death sentence due to the loud noise the toilet would create and draw everyone to her position. At the same time, Emily knew she had to escape the tower immediately and she couldn't do that by standing in the chambers all day. She looked at the open window and took a long deep breath. She had to escape, and now was the time to do it. Emily climbed out onto the balcony and looked down. It was a far way down, with no chance of surviving if she fell. She calmly walked on the narrow balcony, careful not to make any sudden movements. With every step, she could feel her bladder twinge slightly, under the tight uniform that she wore. It was becoming quite a distraction, taking away from her mission to escape. However, Emily pushed on and made her way to an empty window. Quickly hopping inside, she noticed the dead guards that were loyal to her, but were slain. However, she noticed one guard still alive and she made her way over to her. "Lady Emily, you're alright, I was worried..." The guard muttered out, clearly wounded pretty badly. "Where's the Royal Protector?" She followed up with, as Emily came closer over towards her. "There's a coup underway, my father is...he's imprisoned for lack of a better word." Emily responded with, looking down at the guard, frowning slightly. "You've got to get out of the Tower, through your safe room. There was a captain, earlier today, down at the docks, looking for the Royal Protector. Find her, get out of Dunwall." The guard spoke calmly, before handing Emily her personal sword, which she held in her hands. She slowly stood up and collected herself. If what the guard said was true, she could have a potential escape down at the docks, which would help her escape the hostile territory that had become of the surroundings. Emily was determined to reach the docks...and to try and not wet herself in the process.
  6. For this story, I had been posting all of the new entries into the original thread, rather than creating a new thread for each chapter. However the problem was that the original thread was labeled as part 1, so this may have caused confusion for some people. So here I will be reposting all of the previous chapters, and the new ones as well from here out. The Legend of Zelda TP Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 1 (I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.) "...run...." "....run!" "RUN!!" Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought. "H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat. After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to. For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds. After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar. Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily. Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning. At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence. "Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing. Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now! "N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards. Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation. Written by: High Meme-Overlord The Legend of Zelda TP: Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 2 Ilia felt as if she had been walking forever now. Her feet were sore, and this narrow path just went on and on. She looked up above her and could see that the sun was directly over head, thus causing the rocky embankments to either side of her to cast no shadows. The red rock stretched upward like walls, and made her feel uncomfortable, she could easily be cornered here. She couldn't quite remember why she was so on edge, but Ilia felt the recollection pressing at the back of her mind stating that she was fleeing from somewhere, or something. Unbeknownst to her, Ilia had recently been attacked and captured by Bulblins, and held by them in the secret village. Her injures, and initial trauma had caused her to suffer retrograde memory loss. The psychological terror and trauma that she faced at the hands of her captors had now forced her brain into a sort of post traumatic amnesia, which blocked out her recent memories of being held in the village, and how she escaped. It was now reaching the heat of the day. Ilia couldn't remember what happened, but the heat stimulated Ilia's clothes, causing the aroma of old urine to drift upward from her pants. "Pew, why do I smell pee?" She said aloud. She sniffed, "Uugh, is that coming from my pants?" *sniff* "yep, it is. What's going on, did I really wet my pants recently?! I can't remember...My pants are dry now though." Ilia did her best to ignore the smell of what was apparently several day's worth of wetting her pants, but her face would turn beet red with embarrassment every time she caught another wiff of herself. Finally though, it looked as if her embarrassment could come to an end! As the red rock embankments sloped downward, they gave way to a grassy open field with a crystal blue river running through it. Ilia was overjoyed at the thought of cleaning herself and drinking fresh water. Excitedly, Ilia made her way over to the river, got down on her knees, cupped her hands and began to scoop water up to her lips. The cool water felt good against Ilia's dry throat, the march here had been long, hot and dusty. After drinking the clean water for several minutes, she felt refreshed, and turned her attention from her quenched thirst, to her outer body. Ilia observed her surroundings, the road was deserted, with no travelers visible from either direction, much farther ahead, she could make out the shape of a mighty castle, surrounded by a small city. Deciding that she was alone, she stripped her clothes, so that she could go for a dip in the water. once her brown capri pants were off, she looked down at her panties, there was no mistaking it, the urine she had smelled on her pants had definitely come from her own accident. Her white panties were adorned with a large yellow stain in the crotch. She bathed herself for awhile, enjoying the cool water. Once she was finished bathing, Ilia grabbed her pee stained pantsand and underwear, scrubbed them in the river, wrung them out, and set them in the sun to dry. Ilia replaced her breast wrap and chemise and sat down to rest in the grass while her no longer soiled clothing dried. (Artist: unknown.) Once her clothing was dry enough, Ilia continued her journey, she didn't know where else to go, so she headed towards the distant castle. A couple hours later, and she was nearing her destination. Seeing a fork in the road, she peered ahead to ensure she chose the path that lead to the castle, and that's when she saw it, the form of a body, collapsed on the road. Ilia quickly ran over to investigate, and saw that it was a young Zora boy, he was unconscious. "Hello? Is anybody there?! We need some help here!" Ilia called out, as she attempted to lift the boy. Her calls were met with silence upon the empty road. With no help nearby, she had no choice but to move the boy herself. She was a young girl of only sixteen, but she had a fierce mother's spirit in her, and simply could not leave the poor child behind to succumb to his injuries. Though she had grown up in a ranching and farming village, Ilia's father had always been protective of his little girl, and never really subjected her to much if the manual labor. As such, she did not have the brawn needed to lift the boy in her arms, so she pulled his arms over her back, and held on to them as if she were giving him a piggy back ride. Even with the boy's feet dragging in the dirt, Ilia was still struggling to keep him up on her back as she trudged along. With each heavy step she took, she noticed a slight pressure building up in her lower abdomen. Back at the river, Ilia had drank a copious amount of water, and it was quickly catching up to her. Despite the growing pain in her bladder, she ignored it and pushed on, knowing that she could still easily wait awhile before relieving herself, she did not want to stop and then have to pick up the boys again. However, it wasn't long until the weight of the Zora child also caught up to her, and she finally had to stop for a rest. "Hmm, maybe I should go ahead and pee while I am taking a break, so that I don't have to take a break again later." Ilia thought to herself. "Hmm, but there is nowhere to hide, no trees or bushes...it seems weird to do it in front of the boy. What if he wakes up?! That would be awfully embarrassing! Nah, if he was going to wake up, he probably would have already. But what about other travelers, I'm so close to the city now, there are bound to be other people now..." As if on que, Ilia's thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a horse and carriage rolling along the path. The sound was coming from the direction which she had come. Ilia looked behind her and saw the wagon approach from over a small hilltop. "I guess I will have to wait after all. It's really not that bad anyway." She thought. Driving the cart was a brawny woman who's prominent features were a pair of enormous, partially exposed breasts. The woman waved at Ilia as she was approaching. "Hello there!" The woman called out as she brought the cart to a halt next to Ilia and the boy. "Are you alright there, Sweetheart?" "I'm alright, but I don't think he is." Ilia replied. "That poor child looks green around the gills, what happened to him?" "I don't really know. I was just traveling along the road, and found him collapsed here. I think maybe he was attacked by monsters." "Hmmm, sounds 'bout right. There's been lots of monsters and other such vile things wandering about lately. You two shouldn't be wandering around by yourselves, let me give you a ride to castle town, we can call for the local physician there." Ilia was feeling wary, as this woman was a stranger, but then she realized that she had no memories, everyone was going to be a stranger. The woman sounded genuine in her desire to help anyway. Plus, Ilia wasn't interested in dragging the child any further. "Okay, that's very nice of you. Can you help me get him into the back of your wagon?" "Sure thing, Sweetiepie!" The lady responded with blunt enthusiasm. Once they were loaded into the cart, and were traveling again, the woman struck up a conversation by introducing herself as Telma. "And what about you, Darling? What's your name?" "My name's... uh" Ilia stumbled with her words. "Uh, well...I don't actually know..." "Don't know your own name?! Didn't your momma ever give you one?" Telma asked. "Well, I'm sure she did, I'm sure that I have a name. I just... don't remember. I can't seem to remember anything right now. I recall traveling here from some dusty area with red rocks everywhere...and then I found this boy..." Ilia blushed as she said this, she didn't know why, but it felt embarrassing to admit that she was so clueless, even though it clearly wasn't her fault. "That's awful, I'm sorry to hear that, Hun. So, red rocks you say? Sounds like you might have been traveling from the Eldin region, you think?" "I guess.." Ilia replied sheepishly, really having no idea. Just then the wagon went over a bump in the road, causing her body to jolt, and her need to pee to intensify. She let out a small squeal and put her hands between her legs. She hadn't expected it, but the jolt forced a tiny dribble of urine into her panties. This surprised her, because she didn't feel desperate enough to be on the brink of an accident or anything. "You alright back there, Sweetie? Didn't mean to give you a fright!" Telma called back over her shoulder. "Y-yeah, I'm fine!" She responded. "Just..... well, will we be able to find a toilet soon?" Ilia blushed as she said this. "Don't worry one bit! We're only about five minutes ride from the town gates, and it won't be far from there to my place." Comforted by this, Ilia put on a brave face and waited. She could do this, it wasn't that far, and the pressure wasn't all that bad. A few minutes later, they reached the gates of Castle Town. She was relieved, knowing that the boy would soon be cared for, and that she would soon be able to take care of her business. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and the sensation of the pressure dramatically increasing. She yelped again, and then realized that the pressure was abating very quickly. That's when she felt the warmth spread through her panties. Looking down, Ilia could see that she was wetting herself, it had started so abruptly that she had hardly even realized it was happening. She cried out more loudly than she meant to, and quickly put her hands between her legs again, cupping them over her crotch. It was no use though, her muscles felt weak down there, she couldn't stop the flow. Hot pee was now streaming straight through her panties, through her pants and onto the floor boards of the wagon. "You sure you're alright back there, Honey? I ca-" Telma didn't finish her sentence as she turned back to look at Ilia. The poor girl was a sight, her face was flushed, her eyes were clamped shut, with tears running down her cheeks, and a large pool of urine forming on the floor where she was sitting. After a painfully long moment of silence, Ilia opened her eyes and looked down. Her face instantly turned even redder, and she put her hands to her mouth to muffle the sob that was building in her throat as she saw the puddle she had made. (Artist: unknown.) "Oh-oh no, Telma, I-I'm so sorry, I..." Ilia stammered as she choked back on her words and began to tear up again. "Oh no, no, don't worry about that, Honey, it was just an accident! No need to fuss. I won't tell anyone what happened. Just sit tight, we're almost there, and then I will help you get cleaned up, alright?" Ilia just sat there quietly and nodded her head. Once the covered wagon finally arrived at Telma's bar, she climbed into the back to assist Ilia. Telma found a spare horse blanket among the wagon supplies, and wrapped it around the poor girl's waist to cover up her accident. Some of Telma's patrons came and helped carry the Zora boy inside, while Telma hurried Ilia past the other guests in an attempt to not be noticed. With her face burning red, Ilia just kept her eyes on the floor as they did so, until she was safely in the back room. All the while, she was thinking to herself, "I can't believe I did that. I had an accident right in front of Telma, and in her wagon too! How could this have happened?! I wasn't that desperate yet. It just....happened... Ilia was still unable to remember her time in captivity with the Bulblins at the hidden village. But if she could recall, she would have remembered being tied to a pole with no bathroom breaks. She would remember desperately trying to hold her bladder, sometimes for 1-2 days straight. Holding it till she felt excruciating pain in her lower abdomen before wetting all over herself. She had no memory of it, but our poor damsel had caused slight damage to her bladder while she was a prisoner. As she will soon come to realize, her bladder control has been significantly weakened.... Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  7. W.I.P 'cos an idiot that is myself just accidentally slammed the post button immediately after creating a topic. Whoops
  8. Hello everyone, I've once again reached that point in my fanfiction career where I have tons of ideas to write, but no clue which one to do first. For this year's story selections, I've decided to mix some of my own original ideas with that of stories based on artwork and other people's suggestions to bring more of the OmoOrg community into the mix. If you participated in last year's vote, it's much the same here: The two stories with the most votes will be my next projects. The others maybe-possibly-but-not-likely will be written at some point. This time, however, I'm allowing multiple-choice voting. I only ask that you do not vote for more than three stories maximum in order to prevent your vote from being too diluted. The poll will be closed either in about five days from now, or if this thread goes straight into the abyss of the forum pages, whichever comes first. I'll leave you all to it, now. Make your horny little voices heard!
  9. This is my first ever story, it's probably bad. And it's short. Well, here goes. ~~~ "Okay Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley. "I'm afraid that because we've got so many people sleeping over, we've had to set you a bed up in Ginny's room. She's already sleeping, so if you could just be a little quiet..." "That's no problem, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for dinner." Harry walked upstairs and found Ginny's room at the top. He entered without knocking, silently opening the door, as he thought Ginny would be asleep. Ginny was not asleep. What Harry found as he walked in was Ginny holding herself very tightly and moaning lightly. At first, Ginny didn't notice as his entrance had been extremely quiet. She squeezed her legs together, lying on her pink and white patchwork quilt. Ginny's back was turned away. Harry could only watch in shock as he found his best friend's little sister sweating but looking quite pleased. She squirmed frantically but seemed in no rush to find a bathroom. She gave a snuffled groan just as Harry said: "Umm...hello, Ginny." Ginny squeaked in fear, and turned around to see Harry. Her face quickly blushed as red as her hair, and she gasped, letting go of her grip. Suddenly, she seemed to be losing control - and liking it. The crotch of her white pyjama pants quickly darkened and was drenched with pee, and despite Harry standing there, smiled. She whimpered with relief and happiness and pee streamed determinedly down her legs and soaking the bedcovers. As the last drops of urine escaped her throbbing bladder, the whole concept of what just happened washed over her again and she went almost purple. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had discovered Ginny's secret. Her love for pee-holding and desperation. "Harry...oh my Merlin...well-" "Why did you hold that long? Please, tell me the truth." Harry didn't really know, his best guess was that she was too scared of the dark to go down, or something. Somehow he knew that wasn't the reason. She had clearly been enjoying it. The reason for it could be she lik - no, Harry, don't be dim. Why would a little, sweet, attractive, kind Weasley lik- "I'm kind of ashamed to admit it, but I love the way it feels. Please don't tell anyone. I've been hiding my love for years. If anyone else knew, I'd be so emba-" "You know what, Ginny? It doesn't matter. I confess that I quite like it to." It was actually quite a turn-on for Harry, but he wouldn't say that. That's too much. "Really?" Ginny was astounded that he wasn't judging her. "Yep. As embarrassing as it is to say it." For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes, deeply, intensely. They were both getting slightly aroused. "Harry, can I-" "Just one second, Ginny...I need to show you something I've wanted to show you since 3rd year." And with that, Harry leaned in for a soft kiss with Ginny. Ginny responded, with a passionate kiss, her pee-soaked legs pressed against Harry's noticeably excited penis. Ginny was surprised at his reaction, and didn't complain when Harry started gently kissing her neck. She fingered cautiously the bottom of his shirt - and it was soon off. The rest will remain a secret, just like Ginny's desire for desperation. No-one would ever know. ~~~ I would have written that smut scene at the end but it would have been rubbish, utter rubbish, because I've never even attempted to write it. But how was this? Tell me in the comments.
  10. This is omorashi story is fanmade. None of this is real excluding the prologue. It actually happened when Ash left for Kanto and Serena went to the Hoenn Region to enter Pokemon contests there. So she can learn more on being a Pokemon performer. After leaving Ash and her friends in kalos on her way to the hoenn region, Serena made her next leap in becoming a Pokemon performer.Once she got off the plane, Serena went to a nearby Pokemon center to call back in kalos to tell her friends she arrived. She greater clemont and Bonnie and also her mom telling she will learn more hear. After the call Serena had a big lunch. She also drank about 3 big cups of icetea after eating. She rested for a while and drank a cup of tea, while chewing on a donut for dessert. A few minutes have passed she felt a twinge in her bladder, but she just ignored it. She went out and practice new moves for the Pokemon contests. She trained with braixen and sylveon, and after a while braixen rested and panchum and sylveon are working on a move. Before Serena left she got her pokedex and registered for the Pokemon contests. While registering she was bouncing and fidgetting a bit. She made her way to Rustboro city, where the first contest will take place. Before Serena left, she drank a small cup of tea and two water bottles. She also took one for the road. About two hours of walking Serena started to feel twinges in her bladder. She ignored it and kept walking until she can reach the next Pokemon center. While walking she must have drank half of the bottle by then. This is when she was getting desperate. She felt aches coming from her bladder, saying that she should release what she has, before an accident takes place. But with the shy bladder Serena has she couldn't do it. She would have just hold it until she gets to the Pokemon center. The sun was about a few minutes from setting and she was still a long way from the Pokemon center and she was starting to do the peepee dance. She was bouncing from side to side and constantly holding her crotch to make sure nothing escapes. When the sun finally set, Serena knew she was gonna have to camp out for the night. She set up her tent and made dinner for herself and her Pokemon. Serena made tea so she can sleep without her bladder bothering her. But it wasn't easy drinking something that could make you have an accident. After eating Serena practiced again for the contests. When braixen and Panchum where doing a duet, Serena felt a huge ache coming from her bladder. This made her stop and fall, she leaked a bit. Her Pokemon came to see what happened but she said it was alright. Serena changed into her pajamas, pink shorts and a pink jacket, and got ready for bed. Around the middle of the night Serena woke up because of the fact she can't hold it anymore. She started grabbing her crotch and doing a peepee dance. Serena felt a stream of urine escape her bladder and into her shorts. She trembled and fell to the ground. She took a look at the damage and saw that the leak is as big as a golf ball. Serena was really desperate at this point. She only has two options, pee in the woods or pee her shorts. She couldn't make up her mind until another stream escaped. Now the damage done is as big as a pokeball. Serena made a desperate dash to the woods, looking for a spot where no one can see her. While searching she heard a gushing river beside the path she was walking on. She leaked a bit but was able to control it with no more further damage. When she found a bush behind a boulder, she knew it was go here or pee herself. When Serena finally squatted down and ready to pull her shorts down, a beedrill came out of now where and attacked her. She chose braixen to make it flee with flamethrower. The beedrill ran off and braixen was about to return to her pokeball when she saw Serena crying. That's when Serena couldn't handle the pressure anymore and started to wet herself. Her shorts quickly darkned and her legs became warm. A part of her shoes got wet too. Serena was crying in embarrassment of wetting herself at her age. She was ashamed of what happened. Braixen helped her up and they got back to their tent. Serena changed her clothes into clean ones and braixen helped her clean up. Both if them never told anyone or talked about it to each other after that. After waking up, Serena and her Pokemon ate breakfast and packed up. Serena put what happens last night behind her and set of to Rustboro city to enter the first Pokemon contests, As the journey continues... More fanfiction omorashi stories will be posted soon. Comment below to tell me what and who you want next time. (I think a Pokemon wetting is up next, maybe with fennekin or braixen)
  11. I would really appreciate the help, and as long as you don’t bs it I will write what you want next. The show is Life with Louie in the episode where they’re at the play and the Dad holds in his pee so long about to burst. It’s applied at the very end he made it BUT I’d like someone to write an alternate ending where the dad either has an accident in the auditorium in front of everyone OR in the men’s room in front of everyone....as long as he has an accident in in that setting in public and you describe his reaction to the humiliation and that of everyone around him. As well as how he feels physically ally and emotionally as he’s bursting. Use the time of the last four minutes or so of this video to guide you to make your story. That’s when he walks in the play to storming for the bathroom.
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    Dear visitors of Omorashi.org, I come before you with a request. I was recently reading a Harry Potter Fanfiction, and it was really good. I am going to list as many details as I can remember to hopefully narrow down the search. It was about how after Harry's 5th year, Remus comes to the Dursleys' almost everyday to help Harry get over Sirius' death. During the summer break, Harry is under surveillance the entire time by at least two members of the Order of the Phoenix. He also is trained by Kingsley, Moody, and Tonks as well as Remus. He, Hermione and Remus research Muggle religions to come up with a way to block the Unforgivable Curses. For his birthday, Remus gives him a book, then when he is going to Ms. Figgs' house, he is surprised by a party for him and Neville, who has also been trained alongside Harry. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, as well as many others are there. Dumbledore is there, and makes a public apology to Harry for being so manipulative. Moody gives him a 7-chamber trunk and Harry says that he will turn the last two compartments into a study and a personal library. Ron is shocked, and says to Hermione to get a medi-witch because there's something wrong with Harry. When Harry is out pulling weeds in front of the Dursleys' the blood wards are breached, and Death Eaters attack the house. Harry tries to run, but Malfoy (Draco and Lucius) spot him and three Crucio and 23 Killing Curses are sent at him, and he blocks all of them, but goes into a coma. While in the coma, he goes to a place between heaven and earth called accelerated learning in latin, he meets the founders and his parents and Sirius, as well as his future children. He spends a few days there, then returns to the blackness of his own mind, to internalize what he has learned, then returns to the place for a few more days. After repeating this for a few times, he finally wakes up in the Hogwarts infirmary, on the first day of school, 15 days later. Dobby comes to serve under Harry, and Winky comes to serve under Ginny. Eventually, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Harry are invited to join the Order. Amelia Bones is the acting Minister because Fudge was thrown out of office for turning a blind eye to Voldemort, and pardoning Lucius Malfoy. Ron wants all the schools and Ministries in Europe to be united so that he can have a proverbial real life chess set, because he was invited to the order for his excellent strategy knowledge. The title had something to do with Godric's Heir (I know, another one of those.) I had 47 chapters, and was most likely rated either T or M. It was on Fanfiction.net. I am writing this because I had a tab open with the story on it, but I accidentally closed it, and now I am unable to find it again. If someone could give me a lead to find it again, I would be most grateful. Who knows? I might even write a fictional story for you as a thank you... But please, help me out. I really loved that story, and want to finish reading it. I only got the the 7th chapter out of 47. Please help?
  13. **Again, this is set in a universe where the Powerpuff Girlz are young adults. 18. I don't own these characters, or the background stuff that was in the show as well, but I hope you enjoy!** In the city of Townsville! Our three heroes: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flew across everyone below, doing patrol around then city after having just defeated MoJoJoJo. One can obviously understand that having superpowered metabolisms and flying at incredibly fast speeds would make the juice inside of them shoot right into their bladders like crazy. “Alright girls!” Blossom said. She was the leader of the group. “We can head back home after this.” “About time!” Buttercup said in an annoyed tone. She was always the angry one in the group. “I have to peeeeee...” she moaned, holding herself as she flew, her hips going back and forth due to desperation. “Well, well, we’ll,” a man’s voice said. It was from a distance and sort of high pitched. Oh, dear God! It’s HIM! Watching our precious powderpuffs fly back home. Him was a man of dark magic, and came up with a spell just for a case like this. He lifted his claw hand and chanted. “Well girls, I hope one of your superpowers is bladder of steel.” Him laughed like the madman he was. The Powderpuffs got home. Professor was still out of town for the day. They got home, flying through their bedroom windows, and Buttercup ran right for the bathroom. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” she complained as she ran and held her crotch with her super strength. Though that was hardly proving useful. But once she got to the bathroom, all hell hit her at once. “What the?!?!” She said freaked out. The room where the bathroom was being just a coat closet. She was sure this is the right door, she’s lived here all her life and it has always been the second door in the hall down on the right. “Wh-wh,” Buttercup moaned as she bounced around in desperation and confusion. “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” Blossom and Bubbles flew to their sister’s destination in the hall. “What happened?” Buttercup was sweating and bouncing. “The bathroom! It was here. It was always here. Wh…Where is it?” Blossom and Bubbles looked at the closet in confusion. Their sister was right, this was supposed to be the bathroom. “Hey look over there!” Blossom said. She pointed to the room across the hall. It was the bathroom. Bubbles said, “Oh thank God! I have to peeeee!” As Bubbles flew into the bathroom, Buttercup’s jaw dropped as she had to go first. She went as fast as she could and pushed Bubbles out of the way, but the bathroom door closed. They opened it, and all their eyes went wide from the shock of seeing the bathroom now the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” “Ha ha ha ah he he he HO!” Him laughed from down the hall. The red, devilish-looking villain stood tall and mighty. “Well, hello girls.” They all shouted in fear, “HIM!” “What are YOU doing here?” Blossom said alone as her sisters squirmed for their bladders in the background. Him started to speak in his lower, yet crisp voice. One that made glass shatter from the coldness it produced. Him said, “Why I just wanted to play a little game with you girls. Imagine, a world where every time you find a bathroom, POOF it vanishes. Turns into the last thing you need.” “What have you done?” Buttercup said in an annoyed voice. Her grunts clearly showed just how desperate she was. “Just a little spell I learned from some books in my certain…well…collection. Oh, how I wondered as I read through every torture spell. Then, I found one that made me think, hmm, how much would the people of the city they protect respect them, if these three heroes wet their pants in front of everyone HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Buttercup struggled to speak with her legs crossing and uncrossing. “You…you…ah…you-.” Bubbles yelled, “YOU MONSTER!” She then stormed at full super speed at Him. But, just like black magic, Him vanished in black smoke that went away in the thin air. “What the?” Him’s voice came from around the house. “Even when you think I’m not watching, I AM!” Those last words were in a snarl of a sound. One mixed of anger and vengeance. “I’m also recording. Even when you think I’m not. So, if you for one second think you’re hidden, YOU’RE WRONG. If you think you’re safe from humiliation, ALSO WRONG! You’re legacy ends in humiliation today girls. Because if there’s one thing that doesn’t have super strength in you, it’s your tiny, weak bladders.” Him went out with a laugh so cold chills went down all the girl’s spines. Though, that may have also been from the intense desperation they were in. “We have to do something!” Bubbles said as she bounced up and down with her legs crossed. She held herself down there as her lower half became weaker and weaker. Her legs trembled from the weight of heavy pee growing inside of her. Buttercup was going through the same struggle. And…”Oh!” Blossom said. She grabbed herself and crouched over. “Now I gotta pee too.” “Time to find the bathroom,” Buttercup demanded. She let go of herself and sucked her gut in to hold in all in long enough to head out. Buttercup flew around the house. She opened the downstairs closet. It was a bathroom. “Yes!” But the second she stepped in a gust of wind so powerful blew her out, and the closet door shut. Tears were in her eyes as she said in a strained voice, “No!” She opened the door, and it was just a closet again. She looked to the kitchen. It was a bathroom. She flew to it, and POOF, it turned back into a kitchen the second she stepped foot in there. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Suddenly, Buttercup felt herself spurt a drop or two. “Oh…no….” She was very concerned as Him was right. Super strength did NOT mean super strong bladder. Blossom and Bubbles flew downstairs. They helped their sister off of her knees. All three girls trembled at the knees. They had come so far in life. Although still small with years of life ahead of them, legally these were adults. Their super powers made them seem as young as they have been since the Professor mixed sugar, spice, and everything nice that day. Only to have his then monkey assistant MoJoJoJo knock over his last, old stash of CHEMICAL X. Still, even as adults, just by the looks of things all three girls were about to go in tears as they felt they did not have much time left. “Hehehe girls,” Him said from somewhere. He was not seen, but his cold, devilish voice was heard. “You are all full of boiling pee. Your bladders are going to shatter. Maybe it’s time to accept defeat.” “NEVER!” All three Powerpuff Girls screamed. The kind of scream one does when trying to overcome a huge struggle, or about to win. The question was: would the girls win against the evil Him this time? Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, and each of their boiling, filled to the top bladders about to burst sprinted off the ground so hard thunder was heard, and they flew through the ceiling and into the city. Him suspected they may have tried something like this. Flying off into the city looking for a bathroom. So, he made sure to cast other dark spells that made their mission today a little harder. Bubbles noticed a waterfall streaming out of a building. She sights of water flowing hurt so bad in her bladder and lower belly that she did not even question why a waterfall was in the middle of a city in the first place. “EEEEE,” Bubbles moaned. Her moaning caught the attention of her sisters, who also at that moment saw what she did. The waterfall. Just the same their knees shifted over each other as their hips went back and forth holding in their pent-up pee. Their desperation was EXTREME EMERGENCY at this point. They stormed down into the street. Another of Him’s spells was cast. A fire hydrant exploded just as a dog peed on it. The dog was fine. He did not have pants to wet. But our heroes…well this was just more torture for them. They held themselves as they bounced foot to foot and in circles. “You’re running out of times girls!” Him said. His evil laughter was so loud other citizens looked all over in shock, but the noticed their heroes on the ground doing the potty dance. They started to hear giggles from the citizens they protected all these years. Blossom, the leader, shouted, “Girls, scatter!” All three of them flew off in different directions. Bubble’s lips were curved as she sweat and was so uncomfortable from the expansion inside. She felt herself start to leak. She was wetting her pants. “No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. She had just enough time to fly to the top of a building and land on the roof, only to let out a huge stream of super pee. Poor Bubbles cried, as how could a hero of her status not be able to hold it in like a big girl. Her sisters form triplet telepathy knew what happened to Bubbles. It only made them not only sad for her, but scared for themselves as the feeling of one of their sisters wetting made the other two of them grow in desperation. Sweat all around their faces, and it was not even that hot of a day. Him then appeared in front of a water town that Blossom was headed for. He kicked in, and his steel, fancy black boots caused such a shock that the water town exploded, water shooting out everywhere. Blossom stopped in her tracks, but the water hit her, and the shock of cold water on her skin caused her bladder to explode. “NOOOOOOOO!” She yelled. Just as Bubbles had when she wet. Blossoms stayed in the air as she peed herself, and it fell to the ground below. Him did not know that he reappeared right below her. The pee hit him on the head and steam rose form it. Him let out a roar of pain. The pee burned into his skin and even hit his skull. “What’s going on?” He asked himself. Buttercup noticed this. As her legs crossed tight and knees up to her belly as she stayed floating in the air, she plotted how she could use Him’s weakness to her advantage. “Blossom!” Buttercup yelled. Blossom, still crying, heard her sister. “Use your ice breath, now!” Blossom was shocked to see Buttercup shoot her butt in the air, and she let out a roar of pee as she pulled thems down. As disgusting as it seemed, Blossom used her unique power of ice breath and it hit the pee in the air. Out from the clash of these two elements came a huge, yellow ice ball of pee. “Bubbles!” Buttercup yelled. Bubbles wiped tears from her eyes and looked at her sister. “Bubbles, keep Him on the ground down there. Circle the perimeter and get any civilians out.” Bubbles sniffed up her snot and tears, and flew down to the ground, circling around to push innocent people out of the way but Him could not find a way out. They remembered that their flight was so fast that it could build a super forcefield that keeps anything in, and everything out. In other words, no dark magic or powers would keep Him from escaping. “No!” Him said in despair. “This can’t be. You cannot turn this on me!” Now trapped, Buttercup used her heat vision on the giant iceburg of pee, and it melted and boiled and rained in millions of drops on Him. Him let out a scream of agony as the rain of pee left nowhere for him to escape. He burned and burned until there was nothing left. The girls, out heroes, all reached to the ground and high-fived each other. The citizens of Townsville all got around them and cheered. As bad as it stunk, they all applauded their heroes for defeating Him, once and for all. And once again the day was saved, thanks to… THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! Out from the dark lakes of Townsville where no one lived, a claw came out of the water, weak and shrunken. A familiar red claw. A voice was heard from the water, “This…isn’t…over.” THE END…?
  14. Here are we, folks, a brand new year and time for me to get started on writing a new story. Trouble is, I have several ideas that I could write about, but I don't know which one to work on first. That's where you all come in: Simply pick which story you would want to read first, and the one with the highest votes will be what I start on first. Don't feel too bad if your pick doesn't win, either, as I intend to see all these fics written eventually (maybe a second poll after this, who knows?). I'll leave the poll open for about a week, or until this thread gets buried and forgotten. Whichever happens first. Now let's see those votes!
  15. So this is an idea I've sort of toyed around with for a while, but after some encouragement from friends, I have decided to open myself up to taking commissions. Why am I doing this? Well, it sounds like fun, for one. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is also great, although I'm not exactly hurting for cash at the moment. Mostly though, it's to see how I handle writing while being beholden to another person. Part of the reason it takes me so long to write a story is because I am not under any sort of pressure to get it out in a timely manner. As I learned in my college days, I work best when someone else is counting on me to get it done, and what better way to ensure that then to have them actually paying me to make it? I am well aware that this could crash and burn horribly, but I would rather say that I tried and failed to do something ambitious than to not bother at all. Without further ado, here's the criteria for requesting a commission from me. Note that this can be subject to change at any time. Pricing: For pre-existing characters: $5 for every 1,000 words, $2 for an extra 500 words. For original characters: $8 for every 1,000 words, $3 for an extra 500 words. I will need you to provide good details of your OC before and during the writing since I will not be to able to research these characters through normal means. No more than 5,000 words per commission, and only one commission per person at a time. I ask for the full price upfront. If I have to cancel the commission for whatever reason, I will refund your money. What I will not write about: Scat Diapers/Ageplay Adult Male omorashi/peeing Overly violent, non-consensual, or cruel scenarios (i.e. someone being tortured/abused until they wet themselves, mind control, stories intended to bash a character or make them look bad) Anything that would be obviously out-of-character (i.e. The shy girl suddenly brazenly peeing in front of others, E-rated characters dropping f-bombs, etc.) While I won’t shy away from writing sexual themes, I would still prefer for the omo/peeing to be the focus of the story. Smut that just happens to have a little peeing is not really what I’m interested in. What I specialize in and am okay with writing: Stories about women, both loli and adult Stories about young boys, no older than early teens Fighting scenes Furry/anthro characters Stories with comedy and lighthearted tones Cute, if not necessarily romantic, pairings Story Examples: Putting the P in PC Gaming (Huniepop) Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow (Fire Emblem: Heroes) Mipha’s Disgrace (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) What’s a Bathroom, Again? (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Franchises I am most familiar with: Almost anything Nintendo-related, including but not limited to: The Legend of Zelda Fire Emblem (Note: Does not include the GBA titles) Xenoblade Chronicles Splatoon ARMS Pokemon (Both human and Pokemon omo is fine) Star Fox A few non-Nintendo games, including but not limited to: Huniepop Nier: Automata Persona 5 (Note: Still in the middle of playing this) Final Fantasy 9 Monster Hunter A Hat in Time Ace Attorney Anime franchises: My Hero Academia Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Aggretsuko (Note: not up to date on this) Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Disclaimers: Please note that requesting a story from one of the listed franchises does not guarantee I will be able to write about it. I am a slow writer and I work a part-time job. Depending on how long the story is, it may take over a month for me to finish it. I will post updates and stay in contact when I can, but I hope you can be patient with me otherwise. And there you have it. Feel free to post your commissions either in here or through private messages. Now to watch this thread sink straight into the void without a single request...
  16. Author's Note: So um. I got addicted to a kids' TV show and. this happened. ------------ How did this actually happen? Why were they doing this? What happened to start this? Who thought this was a good idea? Neither of them really understood the “how,” the “why,” or the “what,” but they both knew that they really weren’t thinking that this was a good idea. So why were they continuing? Because it would seem weak to back out of a challenge. Whose idea was this? It was, for lack of a better word, stupid. “I’m gonna win, obviously,” Lance said with a cocky tone, hoisting himself up onto the counter to sit there. He brought his glass of water to his lips and took a gulp. He was being arrogant and confident as always, seeming perfectly convinced that he was going to be the victor of the absolutely ridiculous contest that they were having. Keith clicked his tongue after downing the rest of his water, setting the glass back down on the counter where it had been before. He leaned back on the counter, putting his weight on his elbows. “Yeah.” He looked skeptical, narrowing his eyes just slightly for a moment. Of course he was confident, too—he wasn’t the child that Lance was, after all. He made a motion to the half-full glass of water beside the brunet. “Are you going to finish it or not? We have five minutes before we have to get more.” “Whatever.” Lance fidgeted, rocking his hips a little before downing the other half of the water. “Like it’ll do anything, though.” He gave Keith a challenging look, causing the red paladin to roll his eyes. “I’m not feeling anything yet.” Despite his words, he crossed his legs, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Keith shrugged. “Neither am I.” And despite his words, he shifted his weight and pressed his thighs together. This was stupid. They both realized it by that point. How long was it going to take for one or the other to call it off because it was maybe the most petty thing they had come up with. Whose idea was it, anyway? “I bet I’m gonna beat at this.” Keith shook his head, looking a bit irritated with the brunet. “You’re not.” A few moments passed and he grabbed both his glass and Lance’s, filling them up again with water. He was tempted just to dump it down the blue paladin’s pants, but while he was an impulsive person, he wasn’t quite that impulsive. He downed the liquid in the cup in a few swallows, but that might have been a little too much a little too fast. He felt his bladder protest, and he hissed through his teeth and crossed his legs. “You’re not about to wet yourself, are you?” Lance’s words sounded challenging, as they were intended to. He was the competitive type, especially when it came to Keith. He wasn’t a better pilot, he wasn’t better at combat, so he always had the pathological need to try to take any little victory he could. It took a moment for Keith to regain his composure, straightening himself back up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lance snorted. “Right.” “Just drink your water.” “You’re not afraid you have a chance of losing if I don’t, do you?” Keith shifted his weight, rubbing his thighs together and almost grabbing himself. He couldn’t do that, though—that would be far too embarrassing. He was too old to be doing things like that, anyway. “No. I just thought we were trying to keep things fair.” “Right, right.” The blue paladin waved his hand dismissively, but still gulped down the water in his glass. He rocked his hips from side to side, gritting his teeth and looking like he was struggling for a moment. His usual cocky composure was back in a matter of seconds, though. He was slowly starting to lose control, too. That was—and it shouldn’t have been, but it was—almost reassuring for Keith to know that. He might not lose this dumb, petty little challenge. He still wasn’t sure whose idea it was, but he sure as hell wasn’t enjoying it. Lance was bouncing his knee by this point, unable to sit still and squirming as subtly as he could manage. “This was a bad idea,” Keith mumbled. His bladder was too full, and he didn’t really want anything more than to be able to relieve himself. He should have listened to the more rational part of his mind and called the entire thing off, but no, that would be admitting defeat and he couldn’t do that. “Where’d that confidence go?” By this point, it seemed every single word that came out of Lance’s mouth had to be a challenge of some sort. “It’s still here.” The red paladin’s words were low and irritated, giving away his frustration both at the situation and at the brunet who was entirely too cocky for his own good. Lance opened his mouth to say something, but he cut himself off with a groan as he shoved one of his hands between his legs. “God...” “Look who’s losing.” Maybe he was a little too confident for someone who was close to leaking himself, but he couldn’t help it. Honestly, he was going to claim victory in this petty little contest no matter what. It was dumb—he was willing to admit that to himself—but Lance simply wasn’t allowed to be better than him at anything at all, regardless of what it was. The blue paladin snorted, though it was obvious the he was struggling as he leaned forward a little. “I bet you have to go just as bad.” The answer was “probably,” but he wasn’t about to admit that. His pride was just keeping him as still as possible. “I certainly don’t look that desperate.” “Oh, whatever.” He suddenly gasped, doubling over and gritting his teeth. He let out as noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and if Keith didn’t know any better, he might have honestly thought that this might have been pleasant for the blue paladin. When he was finally able to sit up again, there was an obvious wet patch around his crotch. His face was a little flushed and there was sweat forming on his hairline, but by now, the red paladin wasn’t entirely sure he looked much better. “Look at that—ahh!” Just as he got the words out of his mouth, he let out what sounded like a moan as his hands went down to grab himself. This was the worst idea either one of them had ever had, probably. Lance laughed in response, which only made him lose control again. He swore under his breath as his pants were soaked, dirtying the countertop. The urine dripped to the floor, making a pattering sound as it did. He squirmed and rocked his hips slightly, letting out a noise that was unmistakably sexual and laced with arousal. Gross. But Keith still won. Barely. He couldn’t keep himself from leaking, and the dampness went through his pants and then his gloves. He whined as he tried to stop, especially upon feeling the wetness against his hands, but he couldn’t. He absolutely loathed how he felt tears pricking at her eyes, and his vision started getting a bit blurry. He choked out a sob as urine poured down his legs, creating a puddle on the floor at his feet. His legs trembled and his knees gave out, making him collapse. “Whoa, are you...?” Lance pushed himself off the counter and back onto the floor, causing a small splash. He knelt down in front of Keith, giving him a look that the red paladin wasn’t able to read. (Not that he was good at reading facial expressions in the first place.) “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean—” Lance seemed to be starting to panic, his voice unsure, and his words coming fast and somewhat jumbled. “Keith, I— Look, that really wasn’t meant to mean anything? Um. Uhhhh. I should probably tell you—” When he didn’t seem to have anything left to say, the red paladin found himself getting angry. “Probably tell me what, Lance? That you have no sense of embarrassment, so it was fun just to watch me humiliate myself? That’s low. Really fucking low.” He was trying to sound angry, he really was, but his voice broke as he spat out the last sentence. His throat was choked again and he let out another sob. “No. No, that’s not... Uh. I—That was...kind of really hot?” It was a question, not a statement. “This was kind of my fault. I just...uh...you’re hot, and this whole sort of situation is, too, so I—I thought...why not? I mean, I guess I’m rambling, but I...? Should probably apologize.” Keith was dumbfounded, really. What was he supposed to say? He didn’t need to say anything, apparently, as there were footsteps approaching the kitchen, and then entering. “What.” It wasn’t a question. “Uh.” Lance swiped his arm over the counter, which only caused the liquid pooled there to splash to the floor. “How about you don’t tell anyone this, Pidge? Like, especially not Shiro.” Pidge blinked, looking confused. They pushed up their glasses, their eyebrows knitting together. “Is Keith with you?” “Yeah. Uh, how about you get us some clothes and some, like, towels.” “Er. Okay. Honestly, I really don’t want to know what possessed you to do this, because this is just...What?” They turned around to leave. “Yeah, I’ll get what you need.” Keith let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “That could have been worse.” There was a pause. “And, uh. I forgive you for...” He made a motion to the messes that were made. “You know. This.” Another pause. “And. If you really like things like this, then...next time, how about in the privacy in one of our rooms?”
  17. It was Kate's first day at high school and already it was off to a bad start. She had slept in and was most likely going to be late. She jumped out of bed, threw her clothes on, forgot to go to the bathroom and get breakfast as she ran out of the door. As she managed to save time on the lack of bathroom breaks and her food she managed to get to school just on time. The teacher looked strict so she is so glad she didn't arrive late. One of her other classmates did, he yelled so much that the student cried. But Kate managed to sit down at the back of the class and remain invisible to her new teacher, just like she had every other year. Kate always had this sort of routine before bed so she would drink quite a lot before it so she can be nice and hydrated as she slept. But in the morning she normally woke up with a avid swollen bladder which caused havoc on her urethra. Sometimes she would wake up after wetting the bed as she couldn't hold that much in anymore. But this morning her mind was too distracted by school that she didn't notice how strong the pressure was on her poor bladder. She relaxed into the lesson, making notes on what the angry looking teacher was saying when she started feeling the weight on what she had missed this morning. As Kate was wearing tight jeans it was pressing down and containing her swollen bladder but caused her sphincter muscles to clench harder then they should to stop herself embarrassing herself in front of her new teacher. She squirmed in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position in which the pressure was easier on her. Her legs were tightly clenched together so even if she leaked it might be hidden. But no matter how much she squirmed, how much she clenched she was only making the warm yellow liquid in her bladder slosh around. Making her grip her crotch just to hold it in. She would raise her hand like a few of her classmates had done and ask to go use the restroom to finally have that release, but Kate, Kate thought that it was embarrassing admitting your desperate 'un-woman like needs'' so she held it. causing her bladder to start to spasm. The lesson was dragging, time seemingly slowing down when Kate's bladder was pumping more and more liquids into her bladder. She was loosing it, her muscles weakening the more time she held till she leaked a little in her panties. 'oh no, no no no no no. gotta hold it gotta hold it but ooooh i really need to pee' she thought. she was hoping that the bell would go soon so she could release in peace. She didn't even think she could stand to even go to the bathroom to pee. She started to sweat, her bladder screaming, demanding to let it all go but she ignored it. She felt a tap on her shoulder, an old face that she had known since pre-school. He was kind of cute so she didn't want him to see her in this desperate state. "Here, you look like you need it" he says, his name was Chase. He reaches out his hand and passes Kate a bottle of water. She gripped her crotch even more but accepted the kind offer and chugged the water down. 10 minutes till she could leave this dull classroom. 10 minutes until she could pee. 10 minutes until she could see if she could stand without wetting. Kate could feel the water she had chugged enter her bladder. Pumping more and more fluids into it. She leaked more into her panties but this time it took a lot more clenching to stop. She felt it through her jeans, her face flushed with embarrassment. She slid her hands into her panties and squirmed more, not caring who saw anymore. She gripped and squeezed hard. Doing anything she could to stop herself at that point. She could swear everyone was watching, she knew Chase was. Suddenly the bell went. It was a shock to Kate as she had put all of her concentration into her bladder. But it came as such a shock that she jumped up. Un-clenching her sphincter muscles and before she could stop the flood it was too late. Warm hot flowing piss shot out of her. The dark stain on her jeans growing and growing until Kate could feel the pee in her converse. She couldn't deny how good it felt to finally finally release her pee to the point she thought she was getting turned on by the feeling. She peed for a good 3 minutes before her stream started to slow down. Her hand was still on her pussy. But nothing was going to stop the stream. She lent her head back and sighed in relief. Not caring if anyone saw her now. She liked the feeling so much she made a decision, she would never use the bathroom again.
  18. Yo, so there's one part left of the Starlight omo fic before I move on to something else. I'm planning on doing lots of fics about lots of people, including Fluttershy and maybe some other ponies, Pirates of the Caribbean, and some hot-looking Youtubers. If there's anything you guys want, please tell me. You can suggest a person, a situation, anything. Feel free to be as specific as you want. I will gladly deliver. I hope. Anyways, see you soon!
  19. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  20. Ello thar! So, recently, I've been thinking about writing my own Fanfiction, just 4 da lulz. Problem is: I have so many ideas I can't choose, so I want to ask you guys; what do you want to see? Following are the things that I have thought about writing, in order of how well I think they would turn out: - Pokémon - An original tale about humans with powers, think "back from the brank" spinoff - Metroid - Smash Brothers - Monster Musume (a.k.a. "Everyday life with monster girls") - The Binding of Isaac - Minecraft or something? I dunno... Anyway, let me know what you want to see! It'll probably be mostly straight up Omo, maybe some DL if it's requested, and hell, maybe I'll throw some other things in there as well if I feel like it ;) I'll post a link in this forum if/when I start, so stay tuned ;) - Glenn
  21. Generally, I’m not the biggest supporter of fanfictions. They often assume that the reader already knows the protagonists, and most of them lack detailed introductions and character development. And as a writer, you are limited to the personality of the cast, which takes some of the creative fun away. Over the years, I have received some requests to write a fanfiction, but I could never bring myself to do one - until now. After reading a passage in the book “Game of Thrones”, a simple but effective idea popped into my head, and I finished my first ever fanfiction - you can find the result below. After a short description of the characters from various wiki’s on the web, the story starts with a prologue, both in spoiler tags. The prologue is copied straight away from George R. R. Martin’s novel, and my story starts right after that passage. This is also my “goodbye gift” to omorashi.org, and to the omorashi writing scene in general, since this will be my last story. I’ll probably stick around, so I’m not gone indefinitely; but this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it. Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding and wetting. - - A GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION - - CHARACTERS PROLOGUE “You look amazing, Sansa. Today, all the women of Westeros will look at you in envy,” Jeyne Poole spoke as Sansa’s handmaiden pinned the last flower onto the Stark’s green dress, in preparation to the tourney. “Not including you, I might hope,” Sansa replied while staring into her mirror, “I wouldn’t want to lose my best friend over my looks.” She turned around and faced Jeyne, smiling, her face glowing. Sansa had impatiently counted the days until the day of the Hand’s tourney, and it had finally arrived. It was the first large event after they had reached King's Landing, and more importantly, Prince Joffrey would be there. Sansa couldn’t care less about all the women in Westeros, as long as Joffrey admired her, she would reach her goal for today. Jeyne’s lips moved upwards. “I could be jealous over your appearance, but it won’t ever break our friendship, I promise. After all, you are to wed Prince Joffrey, and I’m in love with Lord Beric. Our paths won’t cross; there will be no reason hold a grudge against another.” Sansa thought Jeyne Poole was being silly; she was only a steward’s daughter, after all, and no matter how much she mooned after him, Lord Beric would never look at someone so far beneath him, even if she hadn’t been half his age. But she was in a festive mood today, and she let the thought easily slip of her drunken mind. She hardly noticed how Septa Mordane entered her tent to take Sansa’s handmaiden with her. “There’s a knight outside your tent to escort you to the tourney, my lady. Make sure to use your chamber pot before you leave, these events can be quite long and unwinding”, the Septa instructed her. Sansa threw an annoyed look at her tutor, her cheeks flushing. “That will be all, thank you,” she spoke firmly; she didn’t not want the woman to embarrass her any further in front of her friend Jeyne. She had grown more than tired of her Septa always telling her what to do, especially when it came to her bathroom habits; she was slowly becoming a woman now, and she could very well decide for herself when she needed her chamber pot, or not. “So who are you rooting for today, Jeyne?”, Sansa tried to change the subject quickly. “I honestly don’t know, my lady, what about you?” “Well, as you know, there’s not a man or woman in Westeros that hasn’t heard of the sublime swordsmanship of the Kingslayer, so I suspect that he will be of great significance today.” Jeyne Poole simply nodded, listening carefully to her friends’ analysis. She wasn’t highborn by any means, and while she was lucky to enjoy the same tutelage as Sansa, she hardly knew anything about her friends’ world. “Let’s see... there’s also Ser Barriston, Lord Yohn Royce, and the sons and grandsons of Walder Frey, Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard; oh Jeyne, there’s so many great warriors that will ride today, I can’t possibly name them all.” “So, should I root for the Kingslayer, then?” “It’s your call, Jeyne, that’s the beauty of it, anyone can have their favourite. A shame Joffrey doesn’t compete though, I bet he could take them all.” Jeyne laughed. “Are you serious? That small young boy?” Sansa sternly looked at her friend, before softly punching her on the shoulder, grinning. “Don’t tease me like that!” “Now you have dishonored me, Sansa Stark,” Jeyne impersonated her most masculine voice, and “I am Ser Jeyne Poole, and I challenge you to a duel,” after which Jeyne punched her friend as a repayment, and then ran away to the other side of the tent, raising her skirt so she wouldn’t trip over it. Sansa pursued her, and pushed her friend onto the bed in the corner, falling onto the mattress herself. Both girls kept on giggling for a while, until they heard the sound of a horn blowing three times. “The horn... the tourney is about to start! Come on Jeyne, we have to go, we can’t be late”, Sansa exclaimed, unable to temper her youthful enthusiasm. Her heart was beating in her chest, and she pulled her friend of the bed, dragging her towards the tent opening. “Wait, Sansa,” Jeyne remembered the words of Septa Mordane, “I would like to use the chamber pot before we attend the tourney,” and she raised her gown, showing her undergarments to Sansa while walking over to the cabinet where they kept the urns. “Quickly then”, Sansa complied impatiently, and she hiked her own clothing, realising that Jeyne’s idea was not such a bad one, “hurry up, hand me a one too!” “I would love to, my lady, but I can’t seem to find them...” “What do you mean? I put them right there in the cabinet on the top shelf, just this very morning!” Sansa sighed deeply and dropped her dress, unwilling to wait for Jeyne any longer, and she walked over to the piece of furniture, only to observe that her friend was right; the top shelf was dead empty, and the chamber pots were nowhere to be found. Sansa tried to list all the people that had entered her tent since this morning who could have displaced them; her handmaiden, Septa Mordane, and her sister Ayra. Not that it really mattered anyway; all three weren’t here at the moment, so she couldn’t ask them anyway. Then, outside the horn blowed once again, calling out to Sansa’s inner eagerness, and she made a decision. “We can use our pots after the tourney, I don’t really need to go anyway,” she simply stated, looking Jeyne in the eye. “What about you?” “Yeah, me neither,” Jeyne replied, hesitant to ignore the Septa’s advice. “Are you sure?” Jeyne Poole nodded, and they were greeted by the shouts of the crowd, the banners lurching in the wind, the sun reflecting in the armor of the knights as they left the tent. It was nothing like the girls had ever seen; it all seemed so glorious to them compared to the bareness of Winterfell. **** Sansa and Jeyne watched the spectacle in amazement, one knight riding after another, each one more fabulous than the last. They screamed in in harmony with the crowd as their lances and armor crashed together, over and over again, until one of them would fall off his warhorse. Jeyne covered her eyes whenever a knight smashed against the surface of sand and stones, most of them barely moving, their squires dragging the defeated off the field. Sansa, however, found the whole scene fascinating. She had never seen knights fighting like this before, risking their lives for fame and honour. She tried to grasp all of their names, imagining that someday they would sing songs about some of them, their stardom dawning on this glorious day. Nevertheless, as the battles went on for a very long time, Sansa and her friend grew a bit tired of all the extravaganza, and started chatting along, enjoying their day in the cool shadow of the tent shed. They were given places of high honor, on the first row of the stand, a few places apart from Sansa’s father Eddard Stark; they had the best look over the field, at a prominent place so that the commoners could marvel at them. Prince Joffrey was sitting on the top row, only a few feet apart from them, and Sansa could notice his occasional glimpse at her. Servants were rushing back and forth, bringing delicious treats from all over the kingdom to all nobles; citrus fruits and spicy treats from Dorne, grapes from the Island of the Arbor, pigeon pie and lemon cake, produced by the best chefs in King’s Landing, and of course the wines; sweet and bitter, ripe and undeveloped. Septa Mordane had instructed Sansa to abstain her from drinking alcoholic refreshments, but since she was sitting on the other side of the Hand of the King, she couldn’t supervise her pupil very well. The eldest Stark daughter and Jeyne had seized the occasion, and had gotten a hold of a large cup of wine, which they mixed with their grape juice. There was not much to do at the tourney except to watch the knights, eat and drink, so Sansa and Jeyne, much like the rest of the nobles, didn’t hold back at all. **** The radiant heat of the mid-day sun had diminished, and while the next group of knights prepared themselves for combat, the king’s own fool, the pie-faced simpleton called Moon Boy, performed a lively act in front of the grandstand. All the noble man and woman, or at least the ones that hadn’t passed out already from drinking too much, roared at his comical undertakings on the stilts. Including Sansa and Jeyne, who were feeding each other's’ hilarity by contagious laughter. Tears had sprung into Sansa’s eyes, while Jeyne was writhing on the bench, her legs crossed under her robe, unable to control herself. She could hear how lady Sansa was deeply breathing in and out in an attempt to stop her own laughter attack, and for a second, they succeeded. Jeyne repositioned herself, but when she looked into her friend’s eyes, their giggling ensued again, fiercer than the first time. “Stop, stop, Sansa, please stop, or I’ll piss my undergarments!”, Jeyne hissed at her friend, still giggling, but with clear sincerity in her voice. Sansa turned to her, and almost as if Jeyne had cast a magic spell, her laughter subdued, and she gave the Poole girl an educational slap on her thigh. “Not so loud, someone might overhear us!” Sansa looked sternly at her friend. “I’m sorry, my lady,” Jeyne excused herself, her own giggle fading away, “but it’s true, my bladder is so full, that I feel as I am pregnant with piss.” She uncrossed her legs and griped the bench firmly, straining all the muscles in her body; the continuous laughter had reduced her resistance, and her desire to use a chamber pot had never been stronger. “Yeah, I really could use a break, too,” Sansa confessed to Jeyne, and it was far from a lie; constant waves of discomfort were running right through her, and she wished she had followed her Septa’s advice more carefully. “So, um, what do we do?” Jeyne asked her highborn friend for advice, hoping that they could sneak off soon, not knowing whether she could hold her waters for much longer, the juice that she drank travelling towards her already bloated bladder. “We sit, we enjoy the tourney, and we hold back until we are excused,” Sansa painfully declared with a straight face, and she crossed her legs under her dress. **** “How much longer do you think the tourney will last?” The knights had resumed their combat for glory, but Jeyne was battling with a whole different burden. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had to go so bad. Urine was rushing against her sphincter, each wave stronger than the last; Jeyne anxiously started worrying that she would not make it to the nearest chamber pot, if she didn’t act soon. Despite of it all, she found comfort in the fact that she wasn’t alone in her struggle; her friend Sansa was clearly reaching an alarming level of desperation, too. “I don’t know”, the Stark girl simply replied, “I should ask my father about it.” “Could you?” Jeyne’s voice was rushed and as restless as herself. She bit her lip and leaned forward, her buttocks persistently moving back and forth under her dress, sweating from the activeness in her panties. She had to pee so bad, but she had to hold on just a little longer; it was all Jeyne could think about at the moment. “I will”, Sansa stated, and she rose from her seat; she wanted to know the answer to Jeyne’s question herself, hoping that that the tourney would be over soon, so she could excuse herself. Her full bladder was vigorously asking for her attention, and her kidneys were processing even more wine into urine; Sansa estimated that she could easily fill three quarters of a chamber pot with her own waters if she had the chance. Standing up and moving around while making way towards her father helped her personal struggle a bit, but not by much. “Father”, Sansa softly announced her presence, and Ned welcomed her with a warm smile. “Sansa, how nice of you to see your father, you must be growing rather bored of these knights tediously running back and forth, no?” “Oh no father, I love the knights, the battles, the food; I hope the spectacle lasts until sundown and beyond”, she lied to some extent, hiding her discomfort to her father and Septa Mordane, who was sitting next to him. Sansa pressed her legs together while her bladder stirred inside her; standing still didn’t help her at all. “The sooner this is over the better, as far as I’m concerned; but I’m afraid that it is up to the king to call an end to this dreadful day”, and Ned pointed at Robert, who was lying back in his chair, clearly full of wine, drunkenly roaring as another two riders clashed together. “Knowing him, I don’t think it will last much longer”, he continued, “he seems to be growing rather tired. I give it another twenty minutes or so; why don’t you join us here?” “Thank you, father, but I’ll see you after, I promised Jeyne I wouldn’t keep her alone for long”, Sansa lied again; trying to sit motionless beside her father and her Septa would be torture for her. At least at her place, she could freely move her legs around, maybe even sit on her heel. Sansa smiled and left her father, and as she looked up, she noticed Joffrey gesturing at her to come over. Sansa felt her throat tighten; he had not spoken a word to her since the incident with Ayra and the butcher’s boy, and she had not dared to speak to him. Her aching bladder urged her to return to Jeyne, but her adolescent heart declined; Sansa contentedly made way to the prince, carefully pressing her thighs closely together. Joffrey nodded and kissed her hand, gallant as the knights in her dreams, and said, “Are you enjoying the tourney, my sweet lady?” “Yes, very much, my prince”, she pondered, trying to remain as calm as possible. “As you should”, Joffrey cheered after sipping his wine, “you will have to attend plenty of them when you become queen. And one day, when I am old enough to enter the lists, I will conquer them all. As for now, my dog will do for them”, and Joffrey pointed to Sandor Clegane, who was standing next to him. “That would be a glorious day”, Sansa replied in unison, as her bladder stirred inside her. Uncomfortably, she stared at her friend Jeyne, hoping that she could soon return to her seat herself; Sansa wasn’t entirely confident that her kegel muscles alone could keep the massive amount of piss inside her, but she had to stand still for now. The last thing that she wanted to do was share her embarrassing predicament with Joffrey by dancing around in front of him. Thankfully, the prince intervened by nodding at Sansa’s praise, smiling genially. “I will save you a seat at the feast tonight, my sweet lady, and I hope you look as lovely as you do now.” Sansa blushed and bent her knees in a curtsy to the prince; Joffrey was too kind. She crossed her legs, took a deep breath, uncrossed them and then walked away, feeling the weight of Joffrey’s stare on her shoulders. Upon her return, she found Jeyne sitting in a yoga-like position, her right foot tucked under her dress, pressing her heel between her legs with her hands, squirming uncontrollably; she was in great difficulty. So far, she miraculously hadn’t leaked yet, but she felt so unbearably close to release. Her loins were burning, her legs were shaking; Jeyne had to pee, now, but she couldn’t leave without her friend. Immediately when the Stark girl showed, she jumped up, ready to storm off towards the nearest chamber pot, but Sansa gently pushed her down on her shoulder. “Just a few more minutes, Jeyne; my father assured me that the tourney is almost over.” Jeyne wanted to protest, but a sequence of pain waves took her breath away, and she landed onto her seat again, bending over, biting her lip so she would not scream. She knew she had to escape the stand as she really couldn’t hold on any longer, but her basic manners refrained her from disobeying her highborn friend - as her guest, she had to ask for her authorization. Jeyne looked her friend in the eye, and whispered to her, careful not to make a scene. “Can we please go? I really don’t care that the competition’s nearly over, I just want to release my piss into the pot, onto the grass, against a tree, anywhere, I couldn’t care less; if I don’t leave soon, I’ll do it in my panties anyway”, she anxiously pleaded, her hands kneading her womanhood. “I know you want it too, Sansa, please?” Jeyne was right; Sansa really wanted to, and the more her friend talked about it, the more desperate she got. The Stark girl painfully crossed her legs and turned her head, to see that her prince was still staring at her, and she groaned; she couldn’t leave now. Not after the prince had praised her for her presence. She couldn’t possibly risk that he would mistake her disappearance for cowardice. “A lady must endure, Jeyne.” Sansa’s voice was stern, her face straight. Her throbbing bladder complained heavily, but she persistently followed through. She could only hope that the king would soon call it a day. She had to hold on just a little longer. Jeyne had to hold on just a little longer. But Jeyne almost couldn’t; Sansa had no idea how terrifyingly close her friend was to uncontrollable eruption, but she absolutely was. She needed to pee badly, she needed to pee oh so badly. The membranes in her bladder were stretching out to unexplored levels, the fluid dynamics of the contents putting so much pressure on her strained muscles that she was hurting herself. She wanted to cry out loud in despair, but she couldn’t embarrass Sansa, so she tried to repress her instinctive utterance, and silently squealed instead. The sound was shrill and lasted a couple of seconds, but only travelled short, as the noise of two riders clashing together dominated the scene. Jeyne closed her eyes, as the surroundings became just a blur to her; she could only think of how desperately she needed to go. Only Sansa had overheard the cry of her friend, but it left her mind rather quickly; she had problems on her own. She needed a chamber pot more than ever, fighting wave after wave in her abdomen, relying on the strength of her sphincter alone. It was so incredibly tempting to press her hands between her legs and simply hold herself like Jeyne did, but Sansa could not do it, not with the prince watching over her. She tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she had already reached the limits of her own flexibility. Leaning forward, breathing loudly, she firmly held on to her upper knee with both hands; it was certainly not the same as grasping her crotch, but it was the next best thing. While Jeyne was in a world of her own, Sansa actively tried to take her mind of her full bladder, and focused her eyes onto the tourney again. Ser Gregor Clegane, riding brilliantly all day, had just unhorsed another knight, and the crowd of commoners scanted his name all over the valley. While he bowed before the king, his large black stallion was standing right in front of Sansa and Jeyne, and Sansa studied the animal, the sweat drops on his dark skin glistening in the sunlight. The horse was restless, and Ser Clegane had to hold on the leash firmly; it reminded Sansa of Ayra’s mare, who was her stubborn as her sister herself. Suddenly, the animal stood still, and Sansa could see his member swell; the horse had decided to relieve himself, and a thick yellow stream emerged, splashing onto the dusty surface. Unfortunately, this was a highly suggestive picture for both desperate girls, and while Sansa hastily pressed her hands into her lap, Jeyne’s eyes widened. The crowd suddenly went silent, and Sansa looked up with everybody else; the king was on his feet, his face red, a cup of wine in his hand. “Bloody hell,” he shouted so that anyone could hear, “enough of this horse piss - one more rider, and we’ll call it a day!” But it was just too much for Jeyne to take. In a faint moment of clarity, she felt aware of every single muscle in her body, and realized that she could not hold it any second longer. The Poole girl slowly rose from her seat, trembling, her vision clouded. She had to pee so badly that her bladder almost instantly voided itself at the prospect of finding a secluded place to let it all go. She couldn't delude herself; reaching the chamber pot in their tent was no longer an option. Jeyne went mad with excitement, only thinking about the possibility to squat behind the first bush in the vicinity of the stand. But as soon as she placed her right foot onto the wooden deck, a hand grasped her slender thigh, and pushed Jeyne down to her seat again. Too weak to oppose that kind of force, her buttocks violently landed onto the bench. Tears sprung in her eyes, disillusioned when she realized that her best friend Sansa was holding her back. “Just a little longer, Jeyne, it’s only one more battle!” Her bladder spasmed, being denied the enjoyment that it so badly needed; the torturing sensations in her abdomen were so immense that Jeyne started hallucinating. Electrified with impulses, she visualised the thick yellow stream of Gregor Clegane’s horse, roping on the sand, the disturbing sound slicing through her soul, the common crowds in the back thunderingly roaring. Jeyne gasped for air as the waterworks in her eyes continued; the imagined civilians in her head now laughing at her while she jammed her legs between her legs in an effort to hold back the inevitable. The pain was excruciating, her muscles were stretched for far too long now. She could no longer deny herself relief, her own mind didn’t simply didn’t allow her. She had to ease some of the pressure. What if I just let a little bit go? It was a minor theory in a sea of thoughts, but an entrancing one. And before Jeyne even realised it, the signals were sent; she loosened the stress in her sphincter just a little bit, and a trickle immediately ran down her urethra and into her panties. The feeling took her breath away, her bladder compelling her to completely lose control, but Jeyne endured, still clenching her muscles, regulating the flow rate, while wetness pooled in the silk fabric around her. With her eyes shut and her ears blocking the sound of the crowds, Jeyne analyzed the sensations on her skin, so carefully that she perceived the very first drop of urine running down her thigh, her panties only just saturated. Without doubt, she closed her sphincter again, and abruptly opened her eyes; the final two knights of the day were at their end of the field, waiting for the signal to make their rush. So was Sansa, with her both hands now deep in her lap, having lost the luxury of keeping her decency, albeit for a whole other signal. Jeyne just sat still and locked her knees together; she had gotten away with her untested experiment, the flow stopped, only the smallest amount of wetness visible on the back of her dress, which she could play off as just sweat. She felt like a different person, too; the pain was gone, her abdomen felt frozen, as if time stood still. Jeyne smiled, until her bladder suddenly spasmed, and without a warning, the dam beneath bursted. She panicked, but could not help it; the control of her paralyzed bladder was finally gone, and the sheer force of the torrent widened her urethra instantly. A waterfall of urine violently trashed into her panties, the fabric already saturated from her deliberate leak, and wetness quickly pooled around her buttocks. Jeyne sat motionless, desperately trying to stop the stream somehow before it would escape from her dress, but the flow coming from her exhausted bladder only increased in size. Tears sprung in her eyes as she felt the first rivulets running along her thighs, but her body language wasn’t giving away her accident just yet. She remained in her static position, while warm piss filled her panties, filling Jeyne with shame at the same time. A trickle ran down the inside of her knee, and she held her breath, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds around her, waiting to what would come next. She tried so hard to keep her emotions under control, in order not to draw any attention to her. Tac… tac… tac tac tac... The faint sound got lost into the roaring of the crowds; Jeyne was sure that she was the only one who heard it, observing it so carefully, but it pushed her over the edge nevertheless. Thick drops of pee hit the stand under her feet, drumming faster and faster on the wooden plank, until Jeyne could no longer distinguish the drops from the uninterrupted splattering. She started sobbing; the humiliation was just too much for her to take. She was only a steward's daughter, lucky enough to attend this event between princes and princesses, and she had wet herself like a little girl, with no chance to hide the public embarrassment from everyone. This was supposed to be a glorious day for her, but instead, transparent pee pooled on the plank under her feet, overflowing and falling a few feet down into the sand. She swore she noticed a few commoners from across the field pointing and laughing at her, and silently howled, looking up to her friend for sympathy, as she continued peeing. Sansa Stark, however, was frantically trying to hold her own waters back, the accident of her friend not helping her in the least. She turned herself away from Jeyne, and pressed her hands deeper into her lap, her fingers searching for the best place to hold herself. The tourney was almost over, but she was on the verge of wetting herself, just like Jeyne did, and she honestly didn’t know whether she could escape the fate of her friend, but she had to try. Sitting in the front of her seat, bouncing around on the edge, she pleadingly looked at the king, and the man holding the horn next to him. Her bladder was throbbing, the painful feeling in her abdomen now a constant, the tension was almost unbearable for her. Sansa didn’t even try to conceal her desperate need anymore, she only tried to hold back the pressing ocean inside her. She could not possibly pee her pants in front of this company, especially Joffrey. But she could almost no longer hold on either. She tried every trick she knew, but the truth was that none of them worked anymore. Her bladder was simply overfilled, and if she had drunk only half a cup of wine more, her panties would have been wet by now. Seconds ticked away. Sansa anxiously stared into the distance; her fate was in the kings hands. With only a simple gesture, he could end the tourney, any second now. Then the masses could commence their long journeys towards their hometowns, and the nobles could return to their tents. But none of them seemed to be in a hurry, apart from Sansa, her twitching buttocks barely touching her seat, her body in a limbo between standing up and sitting down. Her knees were bent, and her leg muscles strained; one foot was placed in front of the other one, ready to make a run for it. She had never been so eager to do anything in her life, her desire corresponding with the ultimate urgency to relieve herself. Thousands of pee drops were sitting at the verge of her pee hole, and Sansa could feel the weight of every single one of them. Tears were welling up in her eyes; the waiting game was SO much for her to handle, that she almost couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them again, the man next to the king lifted his horn. Not awaiting the actual signal coming from the instrument, Sansa veered of her seat instantly, misestimating the impact of gravity on her bladder muscles; she almost filled her panties in the process. Frightened by the sudden rush, she quickly pressed her hand between her legs again, and swiftly pulled it back at the same time, terrified that Joffrey would notice the predicament that she was in. Taking small steps, Sansa walked down the steps of the stand, and sighed when she went around the corner, leaving the eye range of the other nobles. Her body screamed for relief once again, and she couldn’t help thinking about squatting behind the stand, but realized that was too much of a risk; as daughter of the Hand, almost everyone here knew who she was. and tales would travel quickly, especially during the tournament and the feasts that accompanied the event. No matter how badly the Stark girl needed to pee, she had to hold on until she reached her tent, somehow; it was the nearest place where she would be safe. Pressing her right hand on her dress, she pressed her thighs carefully together, and danced along the way, her bladder throbbing heavily inside her. The sensations were so strong, that she had trouble breathing, and when she finally reached the tent, she was practically breathless. A tear of joy ran down her face as Sansa rushed inside, her eyes on the hardwood cabinet. Her mind went blank, calculating the amount of seconds she would need to take hold of one of the chamber pots, plotting the events of the next crucial moment. As if she had practiced the scene one hundred times before, Sansa squirmed forward, her hand reaching for the underside of her dress, brushing her thigh as she pulled the fabric up. The tension in her body rose, and she gasped, as her bladder wanted to give away entirely now that she had reached a private spot. But she was so close, and so determined to hold on, that Sansa fought every wave - the sensations were so intense, and she started bargaining with her own body. While her fingers worked their way up her panties, she calculated that she would do minimal damage when she would let go one she had eyes on the chamber pot. She would let her urethra fill with warm urine as she would place the pot on the floor between her legs, and squat down while her fingers would pull her moist panties aside. She knew that the first drops would land into her underwear, but she didn’t care; the pain was just too much to take for even a nanosecond longer. Voluntarily, she weakened the stress in her bladder muscles, and her body shuddered as she finally planted her fingertips between on her panties, in the sweet spot between her lips. The cabinet was just four feet away now, but Sansa froze; she had never felt a sensation like this before. For a second, she sensed every muscle in her body, from her curled up toes to her bulging bladder, as some kind of warmth spread all over her. She moaned, loudly, as she pushed her finger further and further in between her thighs, towards her pee hole; holding herself after so long felt so good that she almost collapsed. Then, a sharp jolt pulled her out of her trance, as the unbearable need to pee took her over again, and she shuffled towards the cabinet, ready to give her body the relief that it so badly needed. Without her deliberate permission, her bladder weakened and Sansa quickly felt that she had hit her point of no return - she simply couldn’t hold it back any longer; it would only be a matter of seconds. Eagerly, she removed her hand from her privates, reaching for one of the chamber pots on the top shelf… Sansa’s heartbeat stalled, as she quickly came to realize that the cabinet was still dead empty; there was not a single chamber pot, and thus no relief for her. The poor girl gasped, and turned her head around, hoping to find an alternate solution, but felt her urethra filling with warmth instead, and not the kind of warmth that she had felt before. Helplessly, she jammed her thighs together, while a thick burst of pee immediately drenched her fragile panties. In a last effort to save her dress, Sansa squatted down, but the green layered fabric draped under her buttocks, making the clothing act as some kind of water slide. Now that her thighs were spread, there was no holding back at all, and a massive jet of pee sprung from her tortured pee hole without a single pause. Some of it welled up inside her panties, but most of the wetness ran down her buttocks and onto the back of her dress, quickly forming a puddle around her feet. The pure feeling was glorious, but Sansa could not enjoy it; she felt so empty, so humiliated, that she started to cry. She had simply wet herself like a little girl; soon her Septa would find her soaked dress, and most certainly reprimand her for acting improperly. Today was the day where she hoped to become a real lady, but she had truly ruined the occasion, and she would remember this shameful event forever. Exhausted from the long struggle, Sansa fell onto her knees, rivulets of pee still running out of her abused body, and finally collapsed onto the floor. She closed her eyes, and laid still for a while, listening to the clamor outside the tent. She thought about Jeyne, who had also disgraced herself because of her, probably on her way to the tent right now, attracting looks from anyone who could see her soaked clothing. She thought about her father, hoping that he wouldn’t find out about any of this. She thought about Joffrey. She thought about Lady. She thought about everything, then she thought about nothing. When Sansa finally opened her eyes, she saw the chamber pots - hidden below Ayra’s bed. THE END
  22. Hello everyone, this is Hybrid C18 (aka Ecchi C18 who used to have a YouTube Channel). I just want to say that my YouTube Channel got wrongly terminated because I only got 1 Strike and then without a warning when I just reached 1K Subs it got taken down. I restored my channel & reuploaded my videos but not many people returned to sub (only 17 subs returned). My Video Views were drastically decreasing so I decided to delete my YouTube Channel, my Twitter Account, and clear up & leave Newgrounds. I did this because I couldn't handle alot of this Media Nonsense & I realized the only place I love the most is this site where I can fully express myself than on YouTube & Twitter. I had to SOMEWHAT censor myself considering of their Rules. I can follow some Rules that are reasonable but if there are Rules that restricts me to fully express myself I rather break those rules so considering this site has Rules that I fully agree with & has a Theme Fetish I'm into I will stay here instead. I even decided to go back to use my old Avatar & Username (the Cell-Hybrid C18 Artwork). Now on to main topic: Should I continue to write the "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles" under a new name since I finished writing the Final Chapters? I don't think I'm going to continue the "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" series since that uses Canon Material so I'm uncertain that I even want to go back to it. Or should I move on to write a New FanFic series? Should I touch upon Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden? Panty & Stocking? Total Drama? I will like & love to do these but I want to hear other people's suggestions as long I'm familiar with it. What do you think about all this stuff I'm saying?
  23. In a parallel universe where crazy events occur in the Dragon Ball Timeline, our android heroine Nico is sent to the time when Frieza has called the Ginyu Force to execute Vegeta, Krillin, & Gohan except that Towa decided to manipulate Ginyu's mind to switch bodies with Frieza instead of Goku to cause a huge change in time. Nico is in a hurry to restore the Time Event but Nico is in a Desperate Situation of her own...... [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: You gotta find a way to fix this Time Event or else everything will go wrong Nico Nico: Understood but...*blushes* [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: But what? Nico: Mmm... never mind I'll be sure to accomplish my mission but if things get more messy send in Beat & the others [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Roger that! Nico: *Holds groin & blushes* Ugh, I need to find somewhere to release my fluids called urine! *Looks at destination far away* *Far Distance* Frieza (Ginyu): Hand over the Dragon Balls Vegeta or else I, Captain Ginyu, will use Frieza's Might on you! *Far Distance* Vegeta: I can't believe this, this is a nightmare! Fine here you go! *shivers* *Far Distance* Krillin: Woah usually I say crap like that! *shivers* *Far Distance* [Kid] Gohan: Vegeta is right, this is a nightmare. Krillin let's do what this guy says! *shivers* Nico *Being Desperate*: God dang it! *looks around quickly* Ah ha! I'll go there then sneak them by surprise afterwards. (Nico fly's straight near by the destination) Nico: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Nico: *spreads legs & lifts up skirt* No time to pull down my red panties, this is an emergency! [Kid] Gohan: *shivers* (Hmm? Was that a voice I heard nearby?) Recoome: Hey pipsqueak keep handing over the Dragon Balls Nico: *starts peeing through her red panties like a Water Drinking Fountain* *Her eyes go blank temporarily & is in 'aw' (makes a somewhat Orgasm Face)* Oh yes this feels wonderful! *continues peeing* Recoome: *sniffs* Hey did one of you little pipsqueaks wet yourselves *laughs* Krillin & [Kid] Gohan: None of us did you oof!!! Recoome: *sniff* well my nose doesn't lie so someone must have Nico: *continues peeing* *still making that Orgasm-like Face expression* Oh god why does me peeing like this feel so sensational! Recoome: Not sure if it's me or I heard a voice it must be coming from over there Burter: Then go check it out (Recoome walks towards Nico's position where she is making loud noises) Recoome: Huh? Who are you!? Nico: *Turns around* Uh... *stops peeing then blushes then makes an angry face* You pervert! (strikes an uppercut kick towards Recoome's Head) (Vegeta & the Earthlings and the Ginyu Force see's Nico in broad daylight) Nico: Um.... *turns on intercom* Trunks, send in Beat & the others asap! [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Really now!? What happened!? Nico: Let's say my plan for this mission didn't go as planned [Xeno] Future Trunks: Understood, help is on the way! Beat & other Time Patrollers are now being sent to Nico's Location to complete the mission, later on the mission turned out to be a success thanks to Beat & Nico's team effort.
  24. Considering XenoVerse, the DBZ Movies, DBGT, & Super DB Heroes exist I think I can experiment more around that area than with the Main Continuity especially adding my own scenarios. So the question is should I or should I not do a continuation to "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles"? I ask because I haven't wrote a New Story in a long time unless I should without any answers but I actually like having discussions. I also confirm that I won't be doing a continuation to "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" since I used the Main Continuity for it. What upcoming stories should I do? More Pan & Bulla? Towa? Zangya in Hell? Let me know what you people are thinking. NOTE: I think using the Fiction/FanFiction is best suited for this topic to be here since I am talking about FanFiction.
  25. A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting. ————— Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
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